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[quadrangle]

[Oh for fuck's sake.]

Keep it warm. Right. That won't be a challenge at all. Should I just cut off my limbs now and get it over with? It amounts to the same thing anyway. Hell, I could even donate them for science, or maybe use them as emergency rations if things get really bad! Why didn't I think of this sooner? You know what, fuck it, where can I find a saw or something? Or maybe if I stay out in the cold long enough, they'll snap off on their own! What's your professional opinion, Doctor Strange? Should I go for it?!

[thewarningafter]

Well, I was going to suggest wrapping your hands with the spare clothing I've been picking up for this kind of situation, but if you're set on eating your own arms I'm sure we can arrange something.

[quadrangle]

[Why are you such an asshole, Stephen.]

Why didn't you say that to begin with?!

[Also, why. Just in general. Why.]

[thewarningafter]

Sorry, I didn't realize you were going to jump straight to self-cannibalism.

[quadrangle]

[He makes a disgusted sound but moves on.]

What kind of spare clothing?

[thewarningafter]

T-shirt and a set of scrubs. Bed sheet and towel if you need them -- nothing especially warm, but there's enough fabric there that it's better than nothing.

[He could really use the sheet and towel himself, but he's not the one with frostbite yet.]

[quadrangle]

[Not really what he was hoping for, but like he said, it's better than nothing. Although...]

Let me know when you see me? What's best, I mean. Other people probably need it, too.

[He doesn't trust easily, but he'll trust Doctor Strange's judgment on this.]

[thewarningafter]

We might have to tear the sheet into strips to make your splint, depending on whether Claire has anything else we can use. Hope you don't mind pink.

[quadrangle]

Why would I mind pink?

[He sounds genuinely confused. Have fun explaining that one, Stephen.]

[thewarningafter]

It's...not a traditionally masculine color?

[He knows as soon as he's said it how ridiculous a statement that is to put before an alien.]

[quadrangle]

[... Oh, right. He thinks he remembers something about this now? Maybe. Whatever, humans are weird.]

Yeah no, trolls don't go for that shit. If anything, it's a royal color? Because of the empress and everything. Hemospectrum.

[thewarningafter]

You mentioned that before.

[quadrangle]

Yeah. That thing.

[He sighs.]

It's a big deal for us, whatever. Anyway, that's why.

[thewarningafter]

[For a split second there's a flippant comment on the tip of his tongue about dressing Karkat up like royalty, but Stephen bites it back, thinking of the way Davesprite has reacted to his jokes.]

We'll get you set as best we can, alright?

[quadrangle]

[......]

Was that a pun.

[thewarningafter]

More of a play on words.

[quadrangle]

[Why is he trapped here with these people. Why.]

Okay, you know what? Fine. Yes, let's do that. I'll see you later, yeah? Try not to die until then.

[thewarningafter]

Same to you, kid.